Yes, Laurence Olivier has been dead since 1989, but Conran uses archival footage to essentially drag his corpse from the grave and animate it onscreen so he can make a quick buck. Isn't Hollywood wonderful?

I guess it's nice to live in an age where America hasn't been involved in any major wars for awhile, freeing Hollywood types to hijack elements of our last consequential conflict, Vietnam, for a cheap Saturday-morning cartoon ripoff.

As ever, De Palma proves himself the master of overkill, beating his technique until it's limp and drained, leaving audience members to wonder how many more quarters they're going to have to plug into the machine to get to an actual plot point.

It’s sort of like that awkward visit to the nursing home when you get there a little bit too early and accidentally witness grandpa getting beaten by an orderly with his own belt for pissing himself for the tenth time that morning. In other words, it’s uncomfortable.